Author's Note: Same day, New Chapter, haha. Anyway hope you enjoy it this might be a bit harder to right, I'll get writers block soon. I know I will I always do. Anyway. (shortest author's note so far eh?)
Disclaimer: true ideas. Basic thoughts. Other than that Thank J.K Rowling.
Rating: 'T' For Teen/ PG-13
Pairing: You'll have to read to find out. :)!
Genre: Comedy/Angst/Romance
In the Previous Chapter:
The music flooded her vision, it pulsed in her blood, the next thing she noticed was there was something in front of the car, and she swerves out of the way to make sure she didn't hit it.
The next thing she realized was she was jutting past trees and her head was jerking back and forth, blinding her vision she sees nothing till her head lashes forward and she realizes she's hit the tree in front of her, she groans in pain as the airbag hits her finally from the impact. She closes her eyes. She had to get out of the car, but she was too tired. She closes her eyes, the darkness was welcoming and the sleep didn't come as quickly, but it was alright.
Chapter Four: Are You Ready?
Hermione opened her eyes and cringed. Maybe that wasn't the best idea, she looks around her, the woods, what happened last night, she thinks to herself as she opens the car door and it hits another tree. She pulls her left leg out of the car and shivers as the cold air tingles up her leg. Her right leg wasn't any better then the left, she steps out of her car finally then pulls her purse out with her. Her cell phone battery was dead. Great she moans as she looks around her. Trees, that was about it. She couldn't quite remember how she got there. Maybe if I send some sparks up then someone can save me, she says rummaging in her purse, Where was her wand? Just great I mean no wand, no cell phone and no car. She kicks the car door shut and steps back and looks at her car, poor car, she shakes her head and looks at it, crushed into a huge tree, just what she needed. Her parent's could afford to buy her a new one at least. She starts walking, but closes her eyes every time her right foot would hit the ground, damn it, she curses and she leans up against a tree not too far from the first twenty past her car. She groans and looks down the other path. All she could see were trees. Nothing had seemed a bit simpler than that. She walked for what felt like days, she had no idea where she was going until she finally hit road. It had been the path she hit in the beginning. She starts running, she realized where she was, she starts walking back to the complex until she reached her house, and she sighed happily. Finally, she was home.
Hermione knocked on the door and Ginny opened it, "Oh My God Hermione, You're Okay" she says throwing her arms around her and looks over to Harry whom was watching the TV. She nods and walks over to Madison, "What happened to you last night," Madison says shifting her gaze from the foosball game to Hermione back to the foosball she was having with Justin, she looks at Hermione a bit weirdly and says, "I don't know, I was driving and then something ran in front of my car and I just swerved out of the road to avoid it. I don't remember much after that" She replies walking away with a confused look across her face. Her mind wonders as she goes up the stairs, what had happened. Madison watches her walk up the stairs, and then gives her brother a concerned look.
Hermione walks upstairs and knocks on Blaise's door, he opens it and looks at her with a bit anger. "What?" "Blaise, please can we talk?" "About what?" he says walking back into the room, "You know what about, Blaise, About Last Night." "Oh, right of course. So what about it?" he says sitting down on the bed looking up at her. She cautiously goes over to him and sits next to him on the bed, "Blaise, I really don't know what to say, I don't know if you'll accept sorry, and I know that's not enough, but last night god I was so foolish." She says shaking her head as she
Puts her hands to her face and silently cries. He doesn't know whether he should forgive her or not.
She gazes at him, his back to her. She silently begged that he'd understand. Her life had changed so much last two years before she had went back to school and she had to throw it all away. She never told a soul. She knew they wouldn't really believe her, the innocent know-it-all bookworm turning into the hardcore party girl, impossible. She decides she couldn't wait any longer, patience quickly failed for her suddenly. She extends her arm out to him and touches his back, he flinches, but she leaves her hand there all the same. "Blaise…" she says moving her hand down his back. She goes to speak again, but he turns around abruptly, looking into her eyes he says " nothing in this world makes me more happier than you have, last night… the girl I feel in love with disappeared and was replaced with this complete stranger who makes out with other complete strangers." He says calmly waiting for her reaction, she looks to the door and once again Blaise's back was to her. "He wasn't a stranger." She says finally.
"Who was he then." He says getting up from the bed and goes over to the window. "He was my ex-boyfriend." She manages to say in barely an audible whisper. "Obviously, and I supposedly being your boyfriend was to watch my girlfriend nearly screw a stranger in the middle of a dance floor, but hey! It's just her ex-boyfriend, no worries mate. " He snaps glaring out the window. "Blaise…" she says going over to him, she goes to touch him again, but when she places her hand on his shoulder he goes stiff and pulls away. "No Hermione, I don't do this, get answers after something happens that I really wouldn't want to witness. I want to know now." He says staring down at her, his gaze felt like it was scorching her, she backs away turns around and stands still for a moment. "If you're not going to tell me, then get out. If you are then say so now."
She walked out of the room without another word.
Blaise never expected she'd really leave the room. The day dragged on slowly, he barely even looked her way. He could feel her eyes boring into his head silently pleading for him to look at her, but she gave him his answer, so she got hers. "Blaise, Man what's up with you?" Draco says plopping down next to him on the sofa. "Nothing." He says coldly, Draco eyes him suspiciously. "Do we need to have one of those talks," he says in this motherly tone to get Blaise to laugh, but no laughter came. "No, I'm fine." Bullshit. Drake gets up and looks at Hermione as she sits in the recliner near the TV. "It's her fault, isn't it." Sitting back down again, looking at his best friend. Blaise sits there, cold and broken, barely nods, but gets up and goes back upstairs and slams the door. Draco shakes his head, Hermione stares at him, he looks her dead in the eye and the moment had passed. "Good going, Granger." He says coldly and gets up and walks upstairs to his best friend. He knocks, Blaise grunts which seemed to be a good enough answer for Draco because he walks in the room and sits up on the dresser.
"You talk to her?" he says knowing Blaise wasn't going to be the conversation starter.
"Yeah, she came up this morning." He says finally. Draco looks at him. "So, what happened." Trying to urge Blaise to keep talking.
"She said it was her ex-boyfriend, I mean Drake, you saw her last night. She… she wasn't Hermione. She was like some girl we'd see when we went to clubs that made out with anyone, without question. It was disgusting," he says bitterly.
"Did she say sorry?"
"Yeah, but I don't know, I said to her to either tell me what's going on, if there were anymore surprises like last night, or get out, she didn't seem to happy with saying much she just left the room."
"Well maybe she doesn't think you should know, I mean that last night, I really wouldn't want to hear that it would happen again would you?"
"Well not really."
"Do you still love her?"
"Of Course I Do."
"So why didn't you forgive her,"
"I couldn't, I just wouldn't believe myself if I had either."
"I suggest we should keep an eye on her."
"Yeah I suppose we should."
Madison knocks on the door with Justin behind her, Drake gets up and opens it and peers out, "Oh" he mumbles and walks back in the room over to the dresser and Blaise motions them to come in and shut the door behind them. Blaise looks at Madison who gazed intently back at him then says, "You know what happened last night?" he replied coldly "She went home with him last night, right?" and glares slightly. Madison's eyes slightly go wide and she shakes her head and whispers, "she almost got killed last night, that's' what happened." Blaise looks at her and motions her to continue, "She told me she was driving home, and she swerved out of the road to miss hitting something and ended up well, I don't know what ended up happening, but I mean you saw the state she was in when she got home," Blaise flinched, he hadn't truly noticed the state she had been in, he was too busy being furious with her.
"She almost killed herself," Madison repeats over again and again mumbling, then shuddered. "Why didn't someone else drive?" Blaise says finally, "We all left before her." "Oh," "Yeah, I regret that now, I should've known better than to leave her there, I should've taken the keys from Ginny and stayed with her." Madison says slightly scolding herself. "She could've DIED!" she says bursting into tears and slides down against the bathroom door, shaking in her sorrow, her brother puts his arm around her and coos her gently. "it's alright mad, she didn't die, remember how she was last summer when she came to our house, the parties, coming back late night drunk strangers dropping her off, them leaving her in the middle of the road for her to climb her way up the stairs and banging on the door, nearly waking the neighbors." Madison nodded with her head leaning up
Against his shoulder, her tears had stopped. Blaise never knew she was like that. He stood up and walked past them and left the room, it was all too much.
Hermione watched Blaise leave the house, she didn't try to stop him, she didn't know how. She heard them talking, no matter how low their voices were she heard them clearly. Am I really like that? She thought to herself as the colors of the television lit up her face in the darkness. She goes into the kitchen and walks out the back door. She crosses her yard and walks through the yards of other people till she was standing in front of the path to Laney's house. She jogs up the stairs skipping two at a time. She rings the doorbell and soon voices had come screaming from the upstairs part of the house. "Yeah, Yeah I HEAR YOU. DAD ANSWER THE FUCKING DOOR, I'm on the phone." The door slammed. Hermione cautiously rang the doorbell once more. " Halle, answer the door, I'm doing work." "George I can't answer the door I'm cleaning the dishes you won't offer to help me with," she snaps back. " Laney Marie Jones you get off that phone this instant and answer that door!" his voice booms across the house. The door that was once slammed shut is swung open and foot steps are heard stamping down the steps. "I HEARD YOU DAD. I HEARD YOU, and SO DID STEVEN. HE HEARD YOU TOO, AND NOW I BET HE'LL NEVER CALL ME BACK!" she screams as she comes closer to the door, her father says calmly, good. She screams in a fit of rage then swings the front door open and almost smacked right into Hermione, "Oh Lynne, It's LYNNE DAD!" she screams back into the house and closes the front door whilst Mr. Jones said Hello.
They sat on the swings at the playground, Hermione forgot how much she loved this playground. She got her first kiss here, back when she had been 12, a boy she'd met earlier in the summer had her first boyfriend, but he was moving. He kissed her goodbye the last day he was there. She sighed as she swung and closed her eyes. This place was filled with her memories. "Lynne, what did you want to talk about." Laney says looking at her friend patiently. Hermione opens her eyes and suddenly remembered, remembering so quickly had made her want to vomit. " You were at the club last night, You've been partying with me since we could get into the clubs, what am I like then?" she says, slightly flinching afraid of what she might hear, "Well Lynne, you're something, I mean me and Stephanie we usually just bring you to our house after the parties, your parents I'm afraid they'd flip at us, say it was our fault, but our parents' are both asleep by then. I mean I remember this one time, Stephanie and you got into a fight in the club, and she left you there, you got this guy to take you home, but instead of coming home you came to my house. You nearly woke up my parents banging on the door and screaming on the top of your lungs 'I Believe I Can Fly.' If I hadn't been watching movies, I might've never heard you fast enough to come running down the stairs," Hermione looks at Laney in disbelief then finally says, "I'm just horrible." Laney shakes her head, " No your not, You're a Party Girl. And you Party hard." "but, none of you get like that," "Well, I just thought you were always like that, back home when you went to school, you never really told me about your school. Stephanie seemed to know a lot though, but she never mentioned it to me, she'd switch subjects if I ever asked questions." Laney says tugging at the hole in her jeans. "Its just something you wouldn't understand," Hermione says, "there's so much you wouldn't understand."
"Fine." Laney says finally digging her feet into the ground to stop the swing. "So what happened last night with Derek? I Mean everyone, saw that kiss," she glances at Hermione and kicks up from the ground to start the swing up again. "God, please don't remind me, he kissed me, god Laney, it sparked me up like a firecracker, but Blaise he's my boyfriend. And now he wants to know everything about my past here." "So did you tell him?" "Well, No." "Why not, I mean, it's a juicy past Lynne." "That's exactly why, too juicy. I'd probably drown him in the juiciness of the details. I mean like I want to start over, and bringing my past into his life won't exactly be fresh start." "Well if you want to forget your past, last night wasn't a good start and if he wants to know, and you don't tell him, then maybe you don't really want to have a fresh start" " I do though." "But you don't trust him enough to tell him what he deserves to know,"
"I'm not ready to tell him though."
"When will you be?"
Author's Note: I'm finished, I don't really like it that much. It's alright with me if its' alright with you though. So I'll start writing chapter 5 when I finally post this: k comment and please don't hate me. ;
